If you're a regular visitor here, by now you'd have met Frankie Belle and would have some sense of her sense of beauty.
She sees it constantly and being with her can be slow and steady and gentle ... and all things beautiful can be found and seen.
In recent weeks, she's taken to picking u every little 'beautiful thing' she can.
Little feathers and flowers and twigs and twine, a bit of hay a tiny sparkle of something and as she finds them ... she finds ways to entwine them all ... creating ... a handful of beauty ... that she carries with her througout the day. She is deeply content in this process.
This week, with feathers and twine together, she wrapped a little piece of paper round it all, tore the paper a bit, stretched it out, gave a sigh and said, 'Ah ... that's me, danella see the long dress, that's me.'
The dress disappeared over the day and yet the little treasures continued to be found until right at the end so did a little bear. Frankie placed the bear on her handful of treasure, showed it to me and said, 'I found a bear,' looked at it, then added a little coyly, 'It looks just like me.'
... and you know what ... it did ...
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